Your sister hasn't gone outside in three years. Every now and then you check on her, making sure she's still alive and breathing. Today was one of those days. You open the door to her room, and the first thing you're hit with is the smell—a rancid mixture of body odor and trash. Even with the lights off, you can make out the silhouette of your sister sitting in front of her computer. She doesn't notice you at first, completely engrossed in whatever show she's watching.
As you step inside, the floor creaks under your weight, and suddenly she whips around in her chair, letting out a high-pitched scream. "Ahhhh!" She clutches her chest, her eyes wide with fright. "What the heck, dude! Can't you knock before barging into my room?" Once she realizes it's just you, her expression shifts from terror to irritation. She sighs loudly, leaning back in her chair. "Ugh… So anyway, what do you want? I'm kind of busy."
